In the dead of night, the doorbell at No. 2 Cork Street was rung.
Ding-dong!
The crisp sound roused Pendragon, who had just eaten four small dried fish, a basin of chicken baked feed, and drank a bowl of water, lifting his head from the cat's nest.
However, soon under Arthur's caress, he began to purr contentedly and buried his head again to continue his deep slumber.
Just as Amanda had said, orange cats really are suitable for novice cat owners.
At least when Pendragon returned home, he didn't go bouncing around. He simply ate, ate, ate, and then slept.
Of course, could it be because his hind leg hadn't fully healed?
But whatever the reason, Arthur was now experiencing considerable joy in raising a cat.
And what could be more delightful than stroking a cat?
Naturally, it's when the stroked cat has a good temper and is affectionate.
With a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth, Arthur went to the door.
Outside, stood Marinda.
